I am so grateful for my health. I have to keep coming back to that because after a week of being in bed I realize even more how lucky I am. I get down on my body sometimes because it could be shorter, skinnier, clearer-skined, less curly, more round (in places), less allergic, and over-all this unrealistic picture of perfection I've made up in my mind. Thankfully, in recent years I've begun to stand up for my body. It carried a baby-and after months of throwing up every meal, it still went to work everyday. It has climbed mountains, swam rivers, protected me from the cold, suffered through the heat, fed my baby and general housed my spirit comfortably and well. And I have abused it! I've kept it up late nights, left it out in the sun, fed it too much sugar, and bleached it's hair!!
I guess in my ongoing struggles with my weight I have to remind myself sometimes to turn off the voice, and just be so glad that while I may be considered obese, at least I can run a flight of stairs, touch my toes, and accomplish the day-to-day tasks that I need to. I still have a healthy beating heart, strong lungs and thick bones.
My body is my friend and I am so grateful for it's healthiness, especially after what I've put her through.